Wen dat day rish, di sojas wey dey kom from far, go make loud nois give Israel pipol; di nois go sound like wave for sea wey nak rock. Den wen yu look di land, yu go si sey e skata and dey dark, bikos di kloud don turn dia lite to darkness.
But God ask, “Na wetin I dey si so? Dem dey turn back, bikos of fear. Babilon sojas win dia sojas and dem kon run. Dem fear kon kwik-kwik run and dem nor even look back.
I still sey, “My pipol! Make una wear sak klot and roll for groun. Make una kry well-well and mourn like sey una only pikin just die. Bikos very soon, doz wiked sojas go kom distroy all of us.”
Awa enemies don already dey Dan town; wi dey hear dia horse nois and as di whole town dey shake. Awa enemies dey kom distroy awa land. Dem dey kom distroy awa town and evribody wey dey inside.”
I dey hear my pipol dey kry for evriwhere for di land sey, ‘God nor dey Zion? Abi Zion king nor dey der again?’ ” But God ansa, “Wetin make una go woship juju kon make mi vex?”
“I go turn una festival to burial kon shange una happiness to kry. I go make una kut una hair kon wear sak klot, den I go make una mourn like sey una only pikin just die. Dat day go bitter well-well.